You knew the story was headed off the rails from the get-go when it began with moving to Japan and discovering Judaism in the process. It didn’t make it any easier to follow when the protagonist changed pronouns somewhere in the middle. Here I am now, a rabbinical student at the Reconstructionist Rabbincal College. It’s been a wild ride, and it doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. Like Jonah in the belly of the big fish, I’m a Jew with a lot on her mind.

What you’ll find in this blog is a record of one person’s attempts to navigate the churning waters where the streams of life and Jewish tradition come crashing together in a raging torrent, trying to remain afloat while fishing for meaning. In the process I try to strike a delicate balance between reverence and irony, between faith and doubt, between the miraculous and the absurd. I’m pretty sure I don’t always succeed at this, but I hope you’ll be willing to forgive me for the places where I’m forced to drop everything and row for dear life.

I invite you to join me as I ramble on about religion, ethics, gender and the ambiguities of belonging to a liberal strain of Judaism in the midst of what a good friend and teacher once called a “volatile identity market.” Shalom.